Truly, the gods gave not hunger alone as death’s sharp edge, for many shapes of ending come even upon him who is full-fed.

The store of the giver doth not fail, but he who giveth not shall find none to show him mercy.

When a man, weak and worn, draweth near in want of bread, and he that hath plenty hardeneth his heart— though once they were close as kin—
that man too shall look for kindness and find it not.

Blessed is he who bestoweth on the wanderer, gaunt with hunger, who calleth out in need.

He that heareth his plea and giveth, maketh a fellow of him henceforth.

He is no true fellow who shareth not his meat with him beside him.
Though he walk in company, yet is he no companion.
Let a man turn from such a house; it is no home.
Better to find a stranger whose hand is open.

Let the strong give unto the needy, and set his gaze far down the road ahead— for wealth roll’th like wheels of the wain, rising up to this man, and anon to that.

The fool, lacking wisdom, hath food in vain.
Mark my word: it becometh a death-blade unto him.
He groweth not in fellowship, nor in friendship.
Who eateth alone draweth only woe.

It is through tilling the earth that the plough-feedeth man.
It is by walking that one wrappeth the path with his steps.
The tongue that speaketh is more meet to win than silence, and the friend who giveth is worth more than one who will not.

The one-footed hath gone farther than the two-footed; the two-footed overtaketh the three-footed in his age.

The four-footed heedeth the cry of man,
and keepeth watch o’er the fivefold herd.

Though two hands be alike, their works are not the same.
Though two cows come from one dam, their milk differeth.
The feats of twins are not as one.
Nor do two kindred men give in like measure.